1.15.2010

AFCGT

A-Frames/Climax Golden Twins combination plate AFCGT swing a deal with Sub Pop which seems surprising on the surface but less so taking into account A-Frames history with the Seattle institution. The move thankfully has spurred no movement towards a softening of the band's sound and their (again) S/T album is again a grey-skied industrial plow through deserted streets of sound. Clanging in desperation and pounding thick against the skull in anxious waves of paranoia, AFCGT bring bleak to harrowing new heights here. Stretched like piano wire to avoid intruders, guitars fray and quiver, lash out and then brood fearfully. Vocals, when present, recall recitations from the Necronomicon inspiring no amount of consolation from the ravaged sonic world they inhabit. A bit more sparse, if possible, than their last outing but nonetheless pure AFCGT.